Why Writing in Obscurity Counts

Hello? Is anybody there? If you’re a writer, you know that question well! If you’re a reader, please answer! When I first started blogging, I asked on my Facebook fan page what people might like to see me write about. One of the questions was about my discipline as a...

Freeze Frame Moments

Ever have a freeze frame moment? You walk in a room and instantly feel a significance beyond words. I have a young adult daughter who works full time, goes to college full time (yes, I’m proud), and has a social life. So she’s not home much, and if she is, she’s in...

Mama Says #16

My dad always kept gas in the car. When his illness made him unable to do this, my mother was still driving, and the days of full-serve gas stations were long gone. Others stepped in to be sure she had gas. She did not drive far—church, grocery store, pharmacy,...

I Can’t Quilt, But I Can Write

Straight stitches. Strong stitches. Even stitches. Patient stitches. Yeah, that’s where you lose me. Patience. My mother has made some beautiful quilts over the years, and I’m pleased to have some of them in my home. Last time I visited her, I wondered if she would...

10 Reasons I Love the Duck Pond

If you’ve been chasing joy with me for a few weeks, you’ve read about the duck pond before. I visit fairly often, and here’s why: 1. It gets me moving. The pond is small, nearby, and easy to circle. Twice around is about a mile—easily doable on a midday break. 2. It’s...

Mama Says #15

Honestly, I don’t know where my mom gets this stuff. The day was particularly windy. When Mom got back from walking the dog, she put both hands on her head to tame her hair and said, “It’s really windy out there. It makes you want to        take your wig off.” I...